Chapter 336: Who Ordered It?

By principle, a soul imprint, once carved, can never be erased, regardless of cultivation level.

Even if Ding Huan left the soul imprint when he was weak, Laoliu could never easily remove it.

Laoliu believes it has been removed because he cultivates the Small Universe Art and has rebuilt his meridians and acupoints.

Then, after regaining partial memories, he used his own abilities in conjunction with the Small Universe Art to remove Ding Huan's soul imprint from his soul.

Of course, this removal is merely what Laoliu thinks happened.

In fact, after Ding Huan began cultivating the Great Universe Art, the soul imprint left in Laoliu's spiritual core not only was not removed, but merged deep into Laoliu's soul, becoming one with his spirit.

Unless Ding Huan acts himself, Laoliu will never be able to remove this imprint.

Laoliu quickly recovered his composure and said, not particularly alarmed:

"Brother Huan, you might have only heard one side of the story. I'm now at the Star Domain realm, yet I have no good artifact, so I plan to refine Zi Yuan Zhongshan into an artifact.

You're not in the sect, Brother Huan, and I don't know when you'll return, so I thought to refine Zi Yuan Zhongshan first to boost my strength. Refining Zi Yuan Zhongshan would benefit the Blue Star Sect too."

Ding Huan said coldly: "In the past, though you were arrogant, you weren't this stupid. Speak—who instructed you?"

Ding Huan knows Laoliu inside and out; this guy would never have thought of refining Zi Yuan Zhongshan.

He probably didn't even know Zi Yuan Zhongshan existed; even if he did, he wouldn't care. Someone must have whispered something in his ear.

"Brother Huan, I know you've saved me, but I simply cannot allow you to have a soul imprint on me, so I removed it myself…"

Ding Huan cut him off before he finished:

"Enough talk. Tell me directly who told you to refine Zi Yuan Zhongshan, and who told you to go to the Scripture Hall?"

Laoliu snorted: "Brother Huan, in terms of strength, I might even be stronger than you…"

Before Laoliu could finish, Ding Huan slapped down through empty air.

Though he clearly saw Ding Huan's palm coming, Laoliu felt utterly unable to dodge—every inch of space around him was locked by that palm.

Laoliu's heart froze—how could this be? He was stronger than Ding Huan? His strength was ten thousand miles away from Ding Huan's.

"Smack!" Ding Huan's palm turned half of Laoliu's skull into a mist of blood, spraying teeth and gore everywhere.

"If you still won't speak, I'll burn you right here," Ding Huan said coldly.

He hadn't even told Laoliu that with a mere thought, his spiritual sense could shatter Laoliu's soul—because Laoliu believed the soul imprint was gone, when in truth it had sunk deeper.

"Brother Huan, spare my life! Remember we came from the same world, and I've always been loyal to you…"

Ding Huan's slap jolted Laoliu back to reality—he finally understood: his belief that he was stronger than Ding Huan was pure delusion.

Even without the soul imprint, Ding Huan could kill him effortlessly.

Yan Mei, seeing half of Laoliu's monkey face smashed into pulp, laughed triumphantly:

"Laoliu? No—Six Master, weren't you arrogant just now? Why so cowardly now? You claim loyalty? Don't insult the word."

Liu Liu Yinzhu, seated beside Ding Huan, was stunned—after Laoliu had effortlessly suppressed her, a Star Transformation cultivator, she'd assumed his strength was no less than Ding Huan's.

Now she realized: Laoliu was nowhere near the sect master's level.

The sect master is the sect master—no wonder he turned a Daoist sect into the top sect on the Three Heavens Star Continent. Back then, trusting Ding Huan was absolutely right.

"Tell me one thing at a time—why did you go to the Scripture Hall?" Ding Huan's voice was calm.

Laoliu clutched his bloody face, trembling: "I've just reached Star Domain, so I wanted to find a Star Bridge realm technique…"

This was common knowledge among all Blue Star Sect members.

The techniques Ding Huan left in the Scripture Hall were sealed by supreme restrictions; only cultivators of the Small Universe Art who reached the peak of Star Cloud realm could unlock the Star Storage techniques.

Only after reaching the peak of Star Storage realm could one unlock the Star Realm techniques…

Despite being at Star Domain now, Laoliu could never obtain Star Bridge techniques unless he reached Star Domain's peak.

Ding Huan instantly knew this guy was still lying.

"Last chance. If you don't tell the truth, die." Ding Huan had no patience left.

Laoliu panicked—he knew Ding Huan's killing methods all too well.

Back on Earth, how many beasts had Ding Huan slaughtered? Not a single hesitation.

If he hadn't surrendered quickly and surrendered his soul imprint, he'd already been chopped to pieces by Ding Huan.

"Brother Huan, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Laoliu dared not hide anything: "It was Mo Huanping. She said I'm already the strongest in the Blue Star Sect—why should I still cling to it? Why live under people weaker than me?

She told me I could be even stronger—that I lack a proper artifact, and Zi Yuan Zhongshan is the best choice.

If I refine Zi Yuan Zhongshan, my strength will multiply many times over…"

Liu Liu Yinzhu turned pale—she hadn't expected this to involve her disciple.

She was furious at his incompetence. Ten years had passed—if he wanted techniques, why not just rejoin the Blue Star Sect to obtain them? Why incite Laoliu to betray the sect?

"Was it also her who told you to steal the Small Universe Art?" Ding Huan's tone had grown calm.

It proved he hadn't misjudged this fool monkey—this guy was only insane in battle; everywhere else, his intelligence was pitiful.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been sold years ago and made a scapegoat.

"Yes. She told me that if I got the Small Universe Art, she could help me recover my full memories from back then…"

Laoliu dared not hide a single detail.

Yan Mei stared wide-eyed at Laoliu, unable to believe it: "Laoliu, you didn't become a Dao partner with her, did you?"

Here, Yan Mei suddenly remembered Liu Liu Yinzhu was still here.

If he said Laoliu and Mo Huanping were Dao partners, he'd be slapping Liu Liu Yinzhu's face.

But everyone in the hall understood what Yan Mei meant—no one spoke it aloud.

Ding Huan also knew what Yan Mei meant, but he was certain Laoliu would never be entangled with Mo Huanping in such a way.

This monkey had zero interest in Dao partners.

If monkeys cared about women, he wouldn't have used the Immobilization Technique to freeze the Seven Fairies—then gone straight to pluck peaches.

Old Six is also one of the Four Chaotic Monkeys, and his nature is probably not much different.

But as for Mo Huoping's claim that she would help him recover his memories, he clearly cares deeply.

It seems Old Six told Mo Huoping everything about his past—he trusts her a great deal.

Mo Huoping got Old Six to smash down the Grand Assembly Hall's gate, to refine Zi Yuan Zhongshan, and even to storm the Scripture Library; she must have given him some sweet incentive, or he wouldn't have done it.

"Where is Mo Huoping?" Liu Liu Yinzhu clenched her fists; she decided to rid the sect of this menace—she had trained this disciple herself.

Old Six shook his head: "I don't know. We agreed that once I refine Zi Yuan Zhongshan, she'll come find me."

"You, a beast I brought here, don't even think of doing something for Lanxing Sect—instead, you want to refine its Zi Yuan Zhongshan and seize the Scripture Library."

"If that's how it is, then I allow you to enter reincarnation…"

Ding Huan finished speaking and moved to strike.

Old Six froze—he knew that if he was killed again, no one would come to save his life a second time.

He quickly knelt down and offered Ding Huan a jade slip with both hands:

"Master Huan, these are some things I've recalled. You asked me about them before. Now I can finally carve them out—take a look."

Ding Huan swept his hand, and the jade slip landed in his palm.

"Earthly Demon's Seventy-Two Illusions." Ding Huan saw this and was instantly startled.

His spiritual sense swept inside—it was indeed the Earthly Demon's Shape-Shifting Art. It looked crude, clearly because Old Six's memory of it was incomplete.

He tucked away the Earthly Demon's Seventy-Two Illusions and stared coldly at Old Six.

This creature had truly figured out his nature—he knew that if he bargained, he'd still have to hand over these things, and his life would still be forfeit.

So he handed over the Earthly Demon's Seventy-Two Illusions first, leaving whether to spare his life entirely up to Ding Huan.

"You're clever. Go. From now on, you are forbidden to set foot in the Dao Cultivation Realm." Ding Huan slapped him again, sending Old Six flying out of the hall.

In truth, even if Old Six hadn't handed over the Seventy-Two Illusions, he wouldn't have killed him.

Not only would he not kill Old Six, he wouldn't even strip him of his cultivation.

From the very beginning, he sensed Old Six was no good.

Even so, he never touched Old Six—he helped him cultivate, even used the Small Universe Art to alter his meridians.

The reason was that Ding Huan knew the disappearance of the ancient immortals and gods must have concealed secrets unknown to mortals.

Perhaps only Old Six knew these secrets. Now that he can't remember them doesn't matter—when his strength grows, he will surely recall many crucial things.

The fate of the ancient immortals and gods, and that thing called the Cosmic Disc—why did they leave Earth? Why must they enter the Cosmic Disc?

What is this "Immortal Position"? Who allocated these Immortal Positions? These mysteries may only be solvable by Old Six.

When Old Six reaches a certain level of cultivation, he will naturally seek out his past.

Old Six carries a Dao resonance mark left by me—he cannot escape my grasp no matter where he goes.

Moreover, deep within his Primordial Spirit lies a soul imprint I left behind—no matter how powerful he becomes, I can kill him with a single thought.

At first, these were just Ding Huan's thoughts—but now that he's brought Old Six from Earth to the Third Layer, and even cultivated him to the point where he could escape on his own, why would he still kill him?